Chapter 5
FIVE
RYDER
I pushed Aspen against the door of our small cottage home, forcing it closed with a swift click, and brought my mouth down on hers without a second thought. Her lips were soft against mine—exactly as I remembered them. I could barely get enough of her.
The girl was lucky I hadn’t taken her right on the side of my black truck, regardless of the cold weather.
So was Lucas, for that matter, who drove us home—sparing anxiety-filled gazes my way every now and then.
Her taste. Her scent. Her wavy locks that made her look messy, yet wild all the time.
Her touch that always sent goosebumps over my skin.
Once she had figured out I was the mysterious, groping Santa, tears had immediately filled her hazel eyes, and I was thankful that the only people in the gymnasium were adults and active personnel. I almost got attacked in a frenzy of affection. The bear hug I had received moments later, with her arms tightly wrapped around my shoulders, was more than worth the anticipation of seeing her again. The build-up from those dumb two days.
I had missed my fucking girl.
From the kitchen, I heard Lucas clearing his throat, and I smirked as I finally parted from the angel in front of me. The angel that had no idea about the plans I had for us tonight, nor how Lucas wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch.
I felt my cock twitch and harden in my slacks, though attempted to maintain my composure.
We panted as we stared at each other, dazed.
I had to get through this first part.
Truth be told, if I didn’t have a goal in mind for the night, I probably would have fucked her right against the door, too. And the truck. Probably the wall to our bedroom before I even got her in bed, if we were being honest with ourselves. I would have let the neighbors hear how loud she moaned for me—how greedy she secretly was—and I wouldn’t have batted an eye over it.
She took a deep breath, blushing as her gaze settled behind me and on Lucas, though it didn’t stop me as I continued peppering kisses down the side of her throat. The blush on her face paired well with the lipstick on her mouth, and even better with the Santa hat that still rested on her head.
And frankly, I wasn’t ready to give her away, just yet.
Looking back for a second, I rolled my eyes at the asshole who only stared at us, smirking.
False bravado for a man who was holding the steering wheel, shaking.
“So, uh,” Aspen started, breathy, when I returned all of my attention back to her. “Erm—hi.”
I chuckled. “Hi, baby girl.”
“You should behave, you know. We have company.”
I groaned. Normally, in any other scenario, I probably would have. I would have never disrespected her in such an erotic, cruel way. But at the moment, I couldn’t have cared less. And I doubted he did, either. “He’ll be alright.”
She gasped as I began sucking on her neck lightly, and I felt as her legs shifted closer together.
I knew my girl. I knew what she liked. I knew all of her sweet spots. And fuck, if I wasn’t going to undo her before the night had even begun.
She panted, staring at Lucas with confusion. “Ryder, baby. You gotta stop.”
“Shhhh,” I muttered against her, releasing the small amount of skin on her neck. A deep sense of satisfaction hit me at seeing her marked up for me. She always looked so pretty with my bruises on her skin, and she moaned even prettier when I made them. “I said, he’ll be alright.”
“Wha—what is going on right now?” she panted as I moved lower down her neck, licking and sucking lighter now. She was already starting to smell like sex to me, and fuck if it wasn’t the most delicious thing.
Lucas cleared his throat once again. I knew we had to break the tension in the room somehow. Taking a deep breath and craning my neck towards him, I muttered, “Wanna go pour us all some shots?”
He nodded before walking away. “You got it.”
Aspen looked at me with utmost confusion as I leaned over her again on the door frame, though this time, focusing on the strands of her hair flowing from under the hat, rather than marking up her pretty flesh. She broke the tension herself. “What did you mean by what you said when you were Santa? What’s happening?”
I forced a smile on my face and rubbed a hand over the stubble that had grown since returning home. “You want a baby? Maybe even a couple of babies. Yeah?”
She blinked. The change in topic from the atmosphere was a lot for her, I figured. Paired with the drinks she had consumed at the event and the way we always seemed to get drunk off each other, I watched as she processed the information slower than usual. “I mean—yeah. Yeah, of course. You know that. But we can’t. And, plus, isn’t this a conversation for when Lucas isn’t in the next room?”
Moving my hand away from my facial hair, I moved forward and cupped her cheek. Her eyes melted as she stared up at me, nuzzling into my hand. “You know I would do anything for you, right?”
“Ryder, what is going on?” she asked softly, vulnerability poking through.
I decided to rip the Band-Aid off, right as Lucas was walking back into the room, carrying three shot glasses of clear liquor. “I want to share you with Lucas tonight. And him…give us that chance.”
The room fell dead silent. Enough so, I could have sworn I heard a neighbor slamming their car door from houses down.
I watched as her gaze settled on Lucas behind me, her eyebrows pinched closer together. A nervous laugh shook her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you right. You want to?—”
Lucas interrupted her, firm and heavy. “Share you with me.”
Her mouth snapped shut. I watched as her eyes bounced back and forth between the two of us, bewildered. The room felt unbelievably heavy—enough so that my dress uniform grew itchy against my skin—but I didn’t move an inch away from her.
“You’re joking,” she deadpanned. “This is a joke.”
We watched her, still. Silent.
She turned her gaze back up towards me. “This isn’t a joke?”
I took a deep breath and shook my head. This could end in one of two ways—I could try to beg, or I would be on my knees from her kicking my balls shortly. “Not this time, baby girl. You want a baby. I want us to have a baby. But we can’t do that. And there’s no other man I would ever trust more than the one across from us.”
Her tone felt icy. “One more time?” she asked, clarifying.
“I want Lucas to fuck you. And I want to watch.”
Her next words pierced me, making me flinch and break free from her. They were coated with anger. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Truthfully, I had no idea.
I think I would have preferred being sucker-punched in the balls then looking at her face full of anger and disappointment, though.
Two days ago, that was not the sort of reunion I had planned for us. I was going to surprise her on Christmas Eve, fuck her into Christmas, and then spend the day telling her how much I loved her.
I certainly wasn’t going to share her with my best friend.
But the event that night changed me. It made me want more—more than I already did. Talking to so many children made me want to become a dad more than anything, it made me want to do the unthinkable to the love of my life.
Still, words failed me. “I—I don’t know. I just thought?—”
She cut me off as the anger grew. It weighed on me heavily. “What? You thought you could come home from deployment and drop this bomb on me? After we were already struggling with the news of your?—”
I watched in shock as Lucas walked towards her this time, shoving her against the door and pressing his mouth to hers, effectively silencing her anger. Her eyebrows pinched together and she pushed against him, but he didn’t allow it, covering her with his entire frame as he swallowed her protests.
I knew I was going to hell the second my dick hardened on a dime.
That…was not in my cards of possibility outcomes of my ripping the Band-Aid off.
Her eyes flitted to mine and I watched her thoughts race. She had always been an open book to me. Still, Lucas kept his mouth on hers, trying to get her to open up for him.
If she kept hitting him, I would break it up. And I would grovel to the ends of the Earth, apologizing to her. Saying that it was a dumb idea. Saying that I was just a stupid idiot with baby fever. Saying that I should probably be institutionalized for the disrespect I had just?—
My own thoughts went silent as her eyes fluttered shut, and a moment of need hit me as I watched her stop pushing him. Instead, she gripped the toned arms hidden beneath his uniform before she began kissing Lucas back.
With an urgency.
Fuck.
I watched them touch for moments before walking up to her, pulling on her hair lightly. Testing her. Seeing if she would give into him just a little more. She gasped at the sudden movement, her eyes opening and connecting with mine as she kept kissing Lucas. Though he only saw it as a moment to slip his tongue inside of her mouth.
I groaned as she moaned at the contact, eyes rolling. She stood on her tiptoes and her arms went above his shoulders, craving to be even closer, and I chuckled as I watched her.
Just like that—my dick was leaking precum.
I knew how greedy my girl truly was.
Embarrassed and confused, without a doubt. But still my greedy little angel.
After a few more moments, they broke apart, panting hard. I watched as her tits rose and fell with heavy, deep inhales of oxygen, and she looked at me with even heavier hooded eyes. Finally, she spoke and confusion danced everywhere. “What the fuck is happening right now?”
This time, it was Lucas who spoke. He moved his hand down, pushing on her lower abdomen. She whimpered, pressing her legs together again from just the slightest contact.
Oh, I knew my girl was dripping, just from that little movement.
Lucas’ hands were bigger than mine, and just that little push was enough to make her brain have some static.
“Ryder told me everything, Aspen. I know everything.”
“You—” she started, looking back at me. “You know we can’t have kids?”
He nodded, moving down her, peppering a kiss on the opposite side of her neck from the small hickey blooming from my own menstruations. I watched, amazed, as she didn’t fight him. Instead, she moved her gaze from him and locked it on me as I watched them hungrily.
I couldn’t believe I liked this as much as I thought I would.
Of course, we had talked about things like this, but I could have sworn I was ready to blow in my jeans then and there. Just from watching her kiss another man.
“This—” she panted. “This is what you want?” she asked me. “This is why you asked if I trusted you?”
I nodded my head, my own eyes feeling heavy and hooded as Lucas answered for me. “We do. Isn’t this what you want? You want me to put a little one in here?” he asked, pushing his hand down on her abdomen again. “We want to see you swell, pregnant, and carrying our baby. You don’t want that baby?”
She whimpered. Oh, she was crumbling apart. “I do. But what does this mean? Isn’t this too fast? We need to talk about all of this?”
With Lucas still towering over my girl, I lightly grabbed her throat, squeezing the sides in the perfect position to show dominance without cutting off her air supply. Her eyes bugged out slightly from the movement. “Let us have tonight, baby girl. If you don’t want this tomorrow morning, we’ll find a contraceptive and we’ll go back to exactly how things were. Let us live in this fantasy tonight, though.”
“Ryder, baby, what abou—” Her words cut off in a parted gasp as Lucas grabbed one of her hands and moved it to his hardened length through his dress uniform, right as I took my other hand and slipped it under her dress, feeling the wet fabric of her panties. He groaned as he squeezed her hand, making her squeeze him, and even more so when I pressed right where I had memorized her clit was.
“Listen to your boyfriend, pretty girl. Let me take care of you tonight, though. Let me pump a baby into this sweet pussy while he holds your hand, even if you’re moaning for me instead.”
The groan that escaped from my lips flew on its own.
Fuck, I need this.
“Yeah, baby,” I added to the coercion. “Let him fill you up. I want this. You’re not in trouble. I’ll be right there to stop it all if you change your mind, too.” She moaned as I continued rubbing her over the fabric of her lace panties. Her resolve was shattering. And it was euphoric to witness.
“That’s a good girl,” Lucas added. “No more anger. Just a greedy, wet angel who needs her devils. Yeah?”
I pressed on her clit again, harder, and she bit her lip with the moan that tore out of her. “Yeah.”
"Do you want a safe word?” I asked, just to make her feel more secure. We rarely needed one, unless it was for our rough scenes, but this was different for us and I wanted to make sure she was okay.
“Erm. Yea—yeah, I do.”
I nodded. I was always so proud of my girl. “That’s a good girl. Your safe word is Santa tonight. Understand?”
She nodded, lost for words. It hadn’t escaped my attention as to how she was palming Lucas still, without his help, and he was enjoying every second of it. His own eyes were beginning to grow heavy from her touch.
They both loved this more than any of us could have ever expected.
Excitement ran through my bloodstream.
Deep down, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.
We were far too engrossed in each other for it to end here.
But if it was the reassurance my girl craved for the time being, I was more than happy to provide it to her.
She finally broke eye contact with me and looked back at Lucas. I didn’t know the exact expression on his face, but I knew it was enough for her legs to tighten on my hand now, even for her to shift her hips slightly, silently begging for more.
Greedy angel.
“So, what happens now?” she asked, her eyes on Lucas. I chuckled as I noticed the spark of anxious excitement blooming on her face.
Lucas hummed. We were both in charge, sure, but she asked Lucas and I was more than happy to let him take the lead.
As long as he took care of my girl.
“Now, Mamas,” he started, “you’re going to lead me to your bedroom and lie on the bed. And I’m going to get a taste of this pretty little pussy before we even think about breeding you. Let’s get you ready for me.”